That's oak leaf, for bravery. I've got Veronica and Honeysuckle, for fidelity and affection. And that's Peony, for shame. She lives under this rock."" Did you make that up by yourself?""' Course not. That's the language of flowers. Everyone knows that."" No, they don't. I don't."" Everyone used to know. They sent each other messages. Like Bluebells means, 'I'll always love you' and Jasmine means 'We're friends.' and Asphodels.. Asphodels are for the dead. . Neil Gaiman
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a...
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Colette
A weed is but an unloved flower.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and...
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Charlotte Eriksson
He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival.
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Gemma Malley
You’re frustrated because you keep waiting for the blooming of flowers of which you have yet to sow the seeds.
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Steve Maraboli
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